Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Egypt and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Gong. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
U.S. Maple,
Angry Samoans,
H. Thieme,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bauhaus,
The Count Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Godley & Creme,
The United States of America,
Quadrant,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Babytalk,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ronan,
the Slits,
Matthew Halsall,
Pagans,
Maleditus Sound,
Hoover,
The Barracudas,
This Heat,
The Red Krayola,
June of 44,
Arab on Radar,
Joy Division,
Bronski Beat,
Byron Stingily,
Tim Buckley,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soul II Soul,
Susan Cadogan,
Moss Icon,
Skriet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Faust,
Anakelly,
Television,
Hasil Adkins,
The Standells,
The Smiths,
Eden Ahbez,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grey Daturas,
Khruangbin,
Lou Christie,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Silicon Teens,
Gang Starr,
Bluetip,
New York Dolls,
Dennis Brown,
Todd Rundgren,
Swans,
EPMD,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lightning Bolt,
Cal Tjader,
Roy Ayers,
Warsaw,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.